My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

deeply

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.

→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.

→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.

→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.

→ The world is overbearing, does not lead or attract you to me.
→ Do not be overwhelmed by the world.
→ Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ In the world everything is wrong, not truth.
→ The world is empty and has nothing.
→ Do not trust the inconstancy of the world.

→ Everything will be realized if you learn to know this useless, overbearing vanity, this traps, if you can look at me with the eyes of love, if you recognize what is inside your essence, me as master, father, God, and above all the love I have for you.
→ The world does not belong to you.

→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ Many enclosures, difficulties and confusions arise in the thoughts of every my child.
→ Recognize that you are my sons, much more than sons, that you are not a wrapper, a armor, that you have been created for this union, for this revelation and for this love affair between me and you.

→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.

Recurrences in the text

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
→ Everything will be realized if you learn to know this useless, overbearing vanity, this traps, if you can look at me with the eyes of love, if you recognize what is inside your essence, me as master, father, God, and above all the love I have for you.
→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.
→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.

Relative arguments